warlike music, the front of the scene is crossed by a long train of laurelled soldiers, horse and foot. As they move onward, the word Slave is seen worked on their backs. To these succeeds a quantity of treasure in waggons, consisting of money, pictures, statues, &c. and then follows a number of painters, poets, and musicians, with the emblems of their respective arts, and attired in gorgeous robes; but the same word is discovered on them; and as they pass, the three Goddesses, who preside over them, turn down their eyes in disquiet. Lastly, comes a triumphal chariot, drawn by crowned monarchs, and containing the Conqueror dressed in purple, in a haughty attitude, with a crown of laurel on his head, and holding in his hand a globe with a figure of Victory. As he proceeds, a slender gilt chain is discerned reaching from the back of his neck into a dark cloud that follows, behind which are several turbulent, weeping, and indignant shapes, representing the Passions, Misery, Widowhood, &c. the first having hold of the chain, and the figure of Pity closing the whole.

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ENTER A VISION OF REAL GLORY.

The back-ground keeps the palaces and triumphal arches, but changes farther back into fields of rural beauty; and the front scene is crossed in like manner by a train of yeomanry or armed peasants crowned with laurel, each bearing a sheathed sword in one hand and a bunch of wheat in the other.

poets, painters, and musicians,

These are followed by

carrying the emblems

of their respective arts, but wearing an air of frank-› ness, and treading with a firm step. To these succeed a number of venerable old men, and then a train of marriageable young men and women, two by two, the former crowned with olive and the latter with roses; and after all, in a chariot drawn by white horses, and in a succinct habit of the same colour, appears the Conqueror, crowned with laurel and oak, and holding in his hand upon a globe a figure of Liberty. A snowy cloud follows, behind which are radiant angelic figures, Serenity, Happiness, &c. the whole concluding with the figure of Homage, bearing aloft a heart in his two hands, to which he looks upward with veneration.

A snatch of fine music :-Liberty speaks ;

quAll is finish'd. Now I rise

And the space, through which they burn,

Feels a thrill at my return,

.... And the never-tiring Joy,

Rosy and heart-dancing boy, 1

On continual errand runs

In and out a thousand suns.

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There sometimes, when I have ended

What my daily task intended,

I sit looking, with still eyes,

At the many-starred skies,
Or go pace the central sun

With his gardens, every one,
Where the golden light is kept,
And the winds are music swept ;

Beyond the bounds of every thing,

And look in, with half-check'd sight,

On the unform'd infinite,

Where with his eternal ear

Time is listening-Mortals dear,

Think on all I've done and said,

And keep my blessings on your head.

Here the great cloud, on which Liberty is seated, begins to disengage itself from the others,-Peace and the rest of the Goddesses joining in a

CHORUS.

Call up then in gathering measure

All the sounds of lofty pleasure,

Pipes of deep continuous blow,

Fuming ventage, stately bow,

Ivory dint of dancing fingers,

Touch that leaves, and voice that lingers,

Hands that plunge in panting wires,

Till our own full voice aspires

To attend our sovereign Queen,

With vows and lifted looks between,

Up into the blue serene.

The cloud begins to rise with Liberty and her attendant spirits, and all the spectators burst into the

FINAL CHORUS.

O dear Goddess, wherever we are,

We'll never forget thee, we'll never forget thee; Spots may come over our mortal star,

But a light must remain upon all who have met thee. Rise, rise,

To thine airy skies,

With the bliss of good deeds in thy bosom and eyes.

Thou hast taught us a lesson our children shall learn, And made the homes happy to which we return.

[Exeunt Omnes,